Dr. Reality
I feel like I’m running through a shopping mall in Harajuku circa 2000, sliding down the railing of the escalator with the blinking LED logos of a hundred corporations bouncing off the mirrored lenses of my shades and the holographic surface of my coat as I run from the police for stealing experimental software from some Zaibatsu, the consumerist world all candy coloured and filtered through the lens of a cutting edge designer drug. This awesome.
Favorite track: Error on the Dance Floor.